Disclaimer: I don't own TT but I do own Razor McKlan
"Time to finish what my master started." The sound of Mark unsheathing his blade echoed throughout the chamber. A flash of light surrounded the room, keeping Raven from seeing what's happening. Then, as the light disappeared, she saw the three knights with their armors. Tension was high among the two forces, one evil the other good, both were pawns in a play set up by someone even greater then them. Razor's finger pulled the trigger, energy started to resonate from the barrel. A loud roar erupted through the room as an enormous beam shot forward in a blue stream of pure energy and struck the silver knight with jaded markings in a gruesome explosion. Tile flew around and struck objects around as smoke started to rise.
"Did we get'em?" Darien questioned as he lowered his machine guns. A loud laugh echoed from the smoke as a small gray barrier could be seen. In the barrier was none other then Mark, laughing for some odd reason, "Is that your secret weapon? You can do better then that!" Razor threw the gun on the floor, "Guess we do this the old fashion way." With that, he charged forward as his armor transformed, his hands reached for his sword and drew the legendary blade and readied for an all out assault.
Darien's armor transformed as well, the wings split up to form an X on the back before shifting so it looked like they stuck out from the armor itself. Then he charged behind Razor to join in the assault. The sound of metal rung through the room with gusts of wind appearing with each strike. Razor brought his blade down against Mark's small swords. As the two battled with their blades, Darien shifted to the side and took great aim. His bullets shot out at the target in a deadly stream. To his dismay, Mark sensed his coming and quickly flipped backwards to dodge the bullets. He ran around the chamber as Darien continued to fire in hopes of striking him.
Razor sheathed his sword and drew his twin handguns and joined the barrage. A normal person would say that the two had the Astral Knight at bay; A well experienced warrior would say different. Mark stopped and threw an arm over his unprotected face to shield it from the bullets as they bounced off his armor. When the assault stopped, for the two had to reload, he swung both blades sending a wave of gray energy from the floor. The two easily leapt it and pointed their newly reloaded weapons at their enemy. To their surprise, he was in front of Darien with both weapons raise. Shwink. The barrels of the guns fell like a shot dove.
The Light Knight grew pale as Mark swung his right blade to finish him off. Just as the blade grew just inches from his neck, a armored foot appeared out and sent the would be killer flying. Razor slid on the floor in front of Darien as he landed and immediately charged forward. Mark flipped to his feet in the knick of time to duck the swinging of a handgun. The claws were retracted to allow the barrel to act as a weapon, thus, he didn't have to worry about being clawed, but, he knew that it would hurt if the barrel struck him in an unarmored area, so he dodged each blow. Razor swung his gun around and followed after with a spin to throw a kick. Mark leaned back to allow the kick to fly over, and then countered with a thrust of his left blade. The tip dug into the pauldron and ripped out.
Then he swung his right blade in a mighty swing, the Dark Knight raised both guns to defend, but the blade easily cut through them and into his right arm. He immediately threw the useless firearms down and backed away in pain. His brother took the initiative and swung his sword. A claw came into contact with the blade as the two tried to overpower one another. "What are you doing brother?" "Setting you free from his spell. I know you. You would never do the things you did if you had any say in it. Fight it!" "You fool." Mark growled. Darien leapt over Razor with his sword, Kaiser, drawn and raised over head. Mark flipped backwards to dodge the attack and took a defensive stance. Razor drew his sword once more and stood by his friend.
"Give me your sword, brother." Mark took a stance. "Go to hell." "Listen to your older brother and give me your sword." "Don't make me repeat myself." "You had your chance." "Hey, Rayz. Trap formation." Whispered Darien. The Dark Knight nodded as they both separated and surrounded Mark on both sides with some distance between them. "This formation, I know it well. What makes you think it'll work this time." Smirked the evil knight.
"Turn down here." Kyre said as they turned down a hallway. "Where are we going? The stairs are that way!" Beast Boy complained. "We're grabbing a couple of things first." At the end of the hallway were several mechs guarding a steel door, each were armed to the teeth with guns. A hail of bullets flew forward at the group. Starfire and Blackfire took aim and blasted the two with their powerful bolts, breaking them beyond repair. "Metal man, blow that door down." Kyre ordered. "The name's Cyborg!" The large titan pointed his large sonic cannon at the steel door and blew it off its hinges.
The team proceeded through the doors, there, they found themselves in what seemed like a large storage room. Except, this storage room contained strictly weapons. Nightwing walked over to the room but quickly found himself being knocked down by a barrier. "This room seems simple, but, it's pretty well protected. The barrier itself is a mana barrier. And those statues over there," Kyre pointed to two gargoyle statues that looked like they belonged in front of a haunted mansion, "Are gargoyles. They guard these weapons." "What's so important about these weapons?" Starfire questioned.
"Did Razor ever tell you about the elemental weapons of Lythia?" Kyre quizzed. "The whaaa?" Blackfire was a bit puzzled. "Yeah, he told us about them. There are eleven of them. He himself olds one of them. The Vortex Blade I think is what he called it. Supposed to be the weapon of lightning." Nightwing answered. "Correct. And his partner, Darien, holds the weapon of light, Luminous, or Kaiser, as he named it after the great Dragon of Light who at one time brought peace to our planet. Those weapons," He pointed at the gold trident with blades instead of spikes, a fancy mace that had a green handle with a emerald encrusted in the butt, and a strange looking red axe and sword with a long ruby running down its blade. "The Trident of Heaven's Sorrow, Mace of Nature's Bite, and Inferno with its twin, Meltdown. Or in lament terms, the weapons of water, nature and fire. These were taken from Darien when he was caught. These were weapons carried by members of the original team."
Kyre raised his sword and sliced through the barrier, the barrier shattered on contact and caused the gargoyles to awaken. The two stone creatures took flight and charged the intruders but were mercilessly cut down with a swing of Kyre's sword. "Dude! Did you see that?! This guy is wicked awesome!" Beast Boy's jaw nearly dropped to the ground at the sight before him. The old knight walked toward the weapons and placed a hand on the trident, "Technician from Hermiel, Galas." He walked over to the mace and looked at it, "The elven marksman, Sota'dar." Then he walked over to the weapons of fire, Inferno and Meltdown, "The knight of evergreen, Kyle Strongheart. Brother, I should have believed in you and gave you my half of the Volcanic Blades." He dropped his large sword and reached over and grabbed the sword Inferno and looked at the mystical blade. "If I had gave you Inferno, would you have been alive? Would that have made a difference? I was too foolish to believe that Odin couldn't be defeat by such a small boy, and in the end, ended up joining the warlord of darkness himself. But now I see what you see. I see his father in him, I see the justice he stands for. Lend me your strength as I aid this boy as you did in the past. For I will always carry your axe by my side to remind me the truth your eyes saw, a truth that I was to arrogant to see." He reached with his other hand and grabbed the axe, Meltdown, and turned to the others.
"Take one of these weapons. We'll need them against Odin. We won't be able to kill him with what we have, but at least we can stand up to him for a period of time." He instructed the others. Cyborg walked over to the mace and picked it up as Beast Boy grabbed the trident. "Dude, you can't expect us to really use these weapons, can you?" Beat Boy questioned. "You probably don't have the training to use them but you can at least carry them until we get out. Now come on." With that, he was rushing out the door.
Blades struck blades as three figures flew around the chamber at tremendous speeds. Mark warded off Razor attack and quickly turned around to block Darien's swing. Razor flew away and turned around and flew back for another attack. Mark quickly flew up to avoid the incoming attack while Razor couldn't stop in time and ended up going through the wall. Darien, with both swords in hand, came from up above and swung as hard as he could with his large weapon. Their blades crashed into one another and hugged one another as the young Light Knight tried to gain the other hand.
Behind Mark, the wall exploded in pieces as Razor flew through it with his sword gripped firmly. The young brown haired knight swung his sword furiously at Mark's back but found himself striking Darien's sword instead as Mark easily moved out of the way. "Hey! Watch it!" Darien growled as they broke contact. "Dammit, he needs to hold still." "Now where'd he go?" The two looked around for their foe but he could not be seen. "Not sure, he must be using his sword again. Because I sure as hell can't sense him." Razor cursed. A black portal exploded behind Darien as a blade shot under the jetpack and through the armor, piercing his gut like a skewer going through a hotdog. "Darien!" The Dark Knight yelled out in desperation.
"Cheap move. But it'll take more then that to take me down." The Light Knight ignited his jetpack and wings on full and flew off the blade and quickly turned around. His free hand drifted over the gash in his armor as blood started to seep out. "You ok?" Razor asked. "It's just a scratch. If his sword was bigger then I might be worried." Smirked his partner. Mark made a mad dash and tackled Razor in mid air, the two went flying and crashed through a series of walls until they were out of the building and fighting above the city. "Damn, he's persistent today." Darien growled as Raven started to make a lot of noise by pulling on her restraints. "Oh, yeah, forgot about you." He ran over to her and stared at the chains. "Hmm, don't got the key."
With a swipe of his claw, the chains broke in many pieces. Raven then reached up and ripped off the duct tape and chanted her magical words. Black energy surrounded the cuffs and ripped them to pieces. "What's going on?" She asked a bit confused. "Call me Darien and right now isn't a good time to explain. Get out of here quickly while we take care of Mark." "But!" "You'll only get in the way." Raven knew it was true, Mark was something none of the Titans had ever came across. Even her father didn't compare to Mark. Hell, he didn't even compare to Razor or Darien! These were beings who's abilities seemed beyond their imagination, and for them to say that there is one who makes them seem like ants? One could only imagine his power.
Mark dodged blast after blast from his younger brother's hands. Then he himself started to tap the power inside his body, bones appeared around him, levitating by some strange force. With a simple command, the bones flew forward slowly morphing into blades. The Dark Knight maneuvered through the storm of bones and pressed for his true target. Lightning surrounded his blade as his sword clashed with Mark's. Out of no where, spikes of light surrounded Mark and started to spin around him. Then, without warning, they closed in with a violent thrust. Before striking their desired victim, Mark disappeared again with the use of his swords. Darien appeared beside Razor as they looked around. "Damn, can't believe I missed him."
Razor looked below, above and to the sides while thinking of a plan. Then it hit him, "Darien, expand your power from your body on my mark." "What?" "Last time our guard was down so he managed to sneak up on you. This time, if we concentrate, we should be able to sense him as he appears. We'll blow him out of the sky." Darien nodded in agreement.
Down below, Kyre and the others made it out of the tower with the weapons. The police were all around with their weapons drawn. "It's ok! It's just us!" Beast Boy threw his hands up in surrender. "It's the Titans." One of the police officers called out. An officer wearing a long coat walked over to them, "What's going on?" "They're a bunch of bad guys inside. They're trying to take over the world!" Beast Boy freaked out. "Listen, I wouldn't go inside if I were you. It might still be dangerous." Nightwing told the officer. Raven suddenly appeared in front of them in a blanket of black energy. "Raven! You are unharmed!" Starfire cried out as she hugged her sister. "But where is friend Razor?" She asked. Raven turned around and looked into the sky as she pointed upward, "Up there." Everyone looked up to see two armored figures with their backs together, it seemed as if they were just hovering there.
Above the two knights, a black portal appeared as Mark dropped out of it with both blades ready to strike, they were glowing yellow as his body was glowing gray. "Now!" Razor yelled out. The sky filled out with bright flashes of light ranging from the colors of white and black. Several buildings exploded on the sides as glass and cement fell countless stories until they hit the rock hard streets. On the building below the two knights, Mark laid there with his armor badly singed. His jetpack itself was wrecked bad enough to not fly. "Did we get'em this time?" Darien asked as the two lowered. They stood on separate sides of their fallen foe with their weapons drawn.
What happened next surprised both of them, Mark flipped to his feet and swung his sword at Darien, a wave of energy shot out and struck the Light Knight and sent him crashing into a nearby barrier. Razor then leaped upward and came crash down over his brother in a mighty slash. Mark easily side stepped and struck the jetpack with a simple swing of his blade. The Dark Knight flipped his sword upside down and turned around with a desperate swing. Mark ducked the blade and caught Razor in the gut with a kick.
The young knight stumbled backward from the kick, he was exhausted from the fight and using so much of his power. As he regained his balance, Mark charged him with a swing of the blade and knocked the sword out of his hands as he tried to defend. He then drew his knife and blocked one of Mark's blade but the second blade went across his chest and left a gash in the armor. "Damn it all to hell!" Razor yelled out as lightning flew from the knife and collided with the barrier that Mark quickly threw up. His older brother laughed, "Pathetic." He threw the knife at Mark who easily deflected it, and then held out his hand to summoned his sword while he brother was distracted. He caught the blade in his right hand and brought his left to help hold it.
"Hey man, you ok?" A man in a business tapped an unconscious Darien on his cheeks. The Light Knight groaned as in pain. Next thing he knew, he quickly bolted up as a glass of water was dumped over him. "What? Where am I?" He asked. "You're in my office." A lady answered. He looked around to see several people staring over him and the broken desk he was sitting on. He stood up and stumbled as he tried to walk toward the window. His jetpack had streaks of electricity around it as his wings were badly damage as most of it was missing. "Damn, can't let Mark win." He stumbled a bit as a man caught him. "Help me get down." The man allowed him to lean on him as the two walked toward the elevator in the other room.
Mark ran at Razor and jumped into the air and kicked him backwards. Once again the sword fell out of his hands as he landed on his back. The damaged wings shifted automatically to allow him to land without breaking them. Mark swung his left sword at Razor, but to his surprise, his brother caught his hand. "Let go!" He demanded. Razor yanked the sword out of his hands and threw it on the rooftop. "Stop this brother! You're not like this! I know you're not. You're stronger then this. I know you Odin can't control you. Remember who you are. What you once were. Remember what you were taught!"
Mark swung his sword at Razor who jumped back to avoid being hit. He looked back to see that he was out of room. His jetpack was broken, his wings were damaged so they wouldn't work, the windstones wouldn't be able to give him the lift he needed if he fell and he was out of weapons except for his claws…wait no, he had one more. One he almost forgotten. 'If I use this now I can disarm his other weapon but he'll probably break the hook as soon as I do and If I fall then I won't have anything to catch myself. If I don't, he might cut me down and I don't think my claws can take much more damage.' He thought as he reached for his grappling hook.
With the skill of a ninja, he threw the hook at Mark and caught the guard, with what little strength he had left he ripped the sword out from his brother's hands and onto the ground and reeled the hook back and started to spin it. "Heh, you're out of weapons and I still have mine. And you don't have enough energy to create another blast strong enough to penetrate my armor. Looks like I win." Razor gave a cocky smirk as he threw the hook again at his brother. As if he were lightning itself, Mark reached behind himself and drew a thermal saber from his belt and ignited the blade and split the hook in half. "A toy I found at the Titan's Tower. This wouldn't happen to be your saber, would it?"
Mark charged his brother as he held out the saber in a ready position. As he swung the blade, Razor slipped as the weak roof gave way at the edge and sent him over. Like it was a natural reaction, his hand went up and caught the rooftop in a violent jerk that sent his helmet and sunglasses flying. His weaken body dangled there, his grip was slipping as his body was loosing a slow constant amount of blood from the wounds given to him in the battle. Mark walked over to the edge and stared down at his defeated enemy. "Let me take one last look at the eyes of my most hated enemy." He pointed a hand at Razor. The eye patch around the young Dark Knight's face ripped off and flew into his hands, in which he dropped off the side of the building.
He stared deeply into the eyes of his younger brother, there he saw something he hadn't seen in a long time from one so strong. Fear. Not just fear, but fear and sadness combined. His brother was scared. He was after all, still a boy in most men's eyes. Yet, he was strong and brave and faced most opposition with his head held high. But the fact that such a strong warrior was defeat and was going to lose his elder brother to the darkness made him sad. The fear, as far as he was concern, was most likely fear for what he thought was going to happen to the planet when he died. "I guess this is it. This is where you break your promise." Razor said in a sad voice. Memories came flooding back to Mark, memories that were stolen from him by the spell placed upon him by his so called master.
Wolves gathered around three little boys, two had long hair and the other short, one brown, the other two black. The brown haired boy was seven, the short black haired one was eight and the long black haired one was nine. They were beside their fallen mentor who had been fatally wounded saving their lives. "Mark." Their mentor called out as he grabbed the large broken single edged sword and lifted it up weakly. The nine year old boy rushed to his master's side, "Master, what is it?" "Take your father's sword." Mark did as he asked and grab the broken sword from his master's hand. "Good, now grab the knife from by belt and the amulet from my pouch." Mark unsheathed the Vortex Blade set it down in front of him before pulling out the amulet from the pouch.
"Give that knife and amulet to Razor. Those two are part of the elemental weapons. Just like Darien's sword and amulet. Use those to…save…the…pla..ne..t." The man in black armor said as he faded into an eternal slumber. "Master!" Mark cried out. The small boy with short black haired walked up to his master, a large no-dachi wrapped in a brown cloak was in his hands. "Master? No, please don't die!" The brown haired boy dropped to his knees, "Master, you can't leave us! What are we supposed to do without out? How are we supposed to survive? We can't protect ourselves." Mark knelt over Razor, "Don't worry brother. I'll protect you. I promise. I won't let anything bad happen to you."
Razor smirked, "I guess this is how it all ends." The last of his grip was now gone, his body started to fall to its doom on the concrete below. But, a strange tug was felt on his arm as his body stopped its descent. He looked up and saw his brother holding his hand. The spell was gone, leaving the gentle knight to choose how he wants to live his life now. For in Mark's eyes, gone were the hatred that had once consumed him, but now a fear for his brother's safety. "I won't break that promise!" He pulled his younger brother up to safety. The two sat on the rooftop, "No longer will I let Odin control me. No longer will he make me hurt my family."
The door leading to the rooftop opened, Darien appeared holding his no-dachi in his hands. He walked toward the two weakly and sat down beside them, "So it's all over?" He asked. "No, it's just the beginning. The beginning of a revolution." Mark stated as the Titan's landed behind them on the rooftop. Nightwing, Kyre and Cyborg appeared from the doorway. They all stared at the two brothers and their friend, it was a puzzle as to what happened. For none of them knew except the four knights who were not of that world.
"Time to finish what my master started." The sound of Mark unsheathing his blade echoed throughout the chamber. A flash of light surrounded the room, keeping Raven from seeing what's happening. Then, as the light disappeared, she saw the three knights with their armors. Tension was high among the two forces, one evil the other good, both were pawns in a play set up by someone even greater then them. Razor's finger pulled the trigger, energy started to resonate from the barrel. A loud roar erupted through the room as an enormous beam shot forward in a blue stream of pure energy and struck the silver knight with jaded markings in a gruesome explosion. Tile flew around and struck objects around as smoke started to rise.
"Did we get'em?" Darien questioned as he lowered his machine guns. A loud laugh echoed from the smoke as a small gray barrier could be seen. In the barrier was none other then Mark, laughing for some odd reason, "Is that your secret weapon? You can do better then that!" Razor threw the gun on the floor, "Guess we do this the old fashion way." With that, he charged forward as his armor transformed, his hands reached for his sword and drew the legendary blade and readied for an all out assault.
Darien's armor transformed as well, the wings split up to form an X on the back before shifting so it looked like they stuck out from the armor itself. Then he charged behind Razor to join in the assault. The sound of metal rung through the room with gusts of wind appearing with each strike. Razor brought his blade down against Mark's small swords. As the two battled with their blades, Darien shifted to the side and took great aim. His bullets shot out at the target in a deadly stream. To his dismay, Mark sensed his coming and quickly flipped backwards to dodge the bullets. He ran around the chamber as Darien continued to fire in hopes of striking him.
Razor sheathed his sword and drew his twin handguns and joined the barrage. A normal person would say that the two had the Astral Knight at bay; A well experienced warrior would say different. Mark stopped and threw an arm over his unprotected face to shield it from the bullets as they bounced off his armor. When the assault stopped, for the two had to reload, he swung both blades sending a wave of gray energy from the floor. The two easily leapt it and pointed their newly reloaded weapons at their enemy. To their surprise, he was in front of Darien with both weapons raise. Shwink. The barrels of the guns fell like a shot dove.
The Light Knight grew pale as Mark swung his right blade to finish him off. Just as the blade grew just inches from his neck, a armored foot appeared out and sent the would be killer flying. Razor slid on the floor in front of Darien as he landed and immediately charged forward. Mark flipped to his feet in the knick of time to duck the swinging of a handgun. The claws were retracted to allow the barrel to act as a weapon, thus, he didn't have to worry about being clawed, but, he knew that it would hurt if the barrel struck him in an unarmored area, so he dodged each blow. Razor swung his gun around and followed after with a spin to throw a kick. Mark leaned back to allow the kick to fly over, and then countered with a thrust of his left blade. The tip dug into the pauldron and ripped out.
Then he swung his right blade in a mighty swing, the Dark Knight raised both guns to defend, but the blade easily cut through them and into his right arm. He immediately threw the useless firearms down and backed away in pain. His brother took the initiative and swung his sword. A claw came into contact with the blade as the two tried to overpower one another. "What are you doing brother?" "Setting you free from his spell. I know you. You would never do the things you did if you had any say in it. Fight it!" "You fool." Mark growled. Darien leapt over Razor with his sword, Kaiser, drawn and raised over head. Mark flipped backwards to dodge the attack and took a defensive stance. Razor drew his sword once more and stood by his friend.
"Give me your sword, brother." Mark took a stance. "Go to hell." "Listen to your older brother and give me your sword." "Don't make me repeat myself." "You had your chance." "Hey, Rayz. Trap formation." Whispered Darien. The Dark Knight nodded as they both separated and surrounded Mark on both sides with some distance between them. "This formation, I know it well. What makes you think it'll work this time." Smirked the evil knight.
"Turn down here." Kyre said as they turned down a hallway. "Where are we going? The stairs are that way!" Beast Boy complained. "We're grabbing a couple of things first." At the end of the hallway were several mechs guarding a steel door, each were armed to the teeth with guns. A hail of bullets flew forward at the group. Starfire and Blackfire took aim and blasted the two with their powerful bolts, breaking them beyond repair. "Metal man, blow that door down." Kyre ordered. "The name's Cyborg!" The large titan pointed his large sonic cannon at the steel door and blew it off its hinges.
The team proceeded through the doors, there, they found themselves in what seemed like a large storage room. Except, this storage room contained strictly weapons. Nightwing walked over to the room but quickly found himself being knocked down by a barrier. "This room seems simple, but, it's pretty well protected. The barrier itself is a mana barrier. And those statues over there," Kyre pointed to two gargoyle statues that looked like they belonged in front of a haunted mansion, "Are gargoyles. They guard these weapons." "What's so important about these weapons?" Starfire questioned.
"Did Razor ever tell you about the elemental weapons of Lythia?" Kyre quizzed. "The whaaa?" Blackfire was a bit puzzled. "Yeah, he told us about them. There are eleven of them. He himself olds one of them. The Vortex Blade I think is what he called it. Supposed to be the weapon of lightning." Nightwing answered. "Correct. And his partner, Darien, holds the weapon of light, Luminous, or Kaiser, as he named it after the great Dragon of Light who at one time brought peace to our planet. Those weapons," He pointed at the gold trident with blades instead of spikes, a fancy mace that had a green handle with a emerald encrusted in the butt, and a strange looking red axe and sword with a long ruby running down its blade. "The Trident of Heaven's Sorrow, Mace of Nature's Bite, and Inferno with its twin, Meltdown. Or in lament terms, the weapons of water, nature and fire. These were taken from Darien when he was caught. These were weapons carried by members of the original team."
Kyre raised his sword and sliced through the barrier, the barrier shattered on contact and caused the gargoyles to awaken. The two stone creatures took flight and charged the intruders but were mercilessly cut down with a swing of Kyre's sword. "Dude! Did you see that?! This guy is wicked awesome!" Beast Boy's jaw nearly dropped to the ground at the sight before him. The old knight walked toward the weapons and placed a hand on the trident, "Technician from Hermiel, Galas." He walked over to the mace and looked at it, "The elven marksman, Sota'dar." Then he walked over to the weapons of fire, Inferno and Meltdown, "The knight of evergreen, Kyle Strongheart. Brother, I should have believed in you and gave you my half of the Volcanic Blades." He dropped his large sword and reached over and grabbed the sword Inferno and looked at the mystical blade. "If I had gave you Inferno, would you have been alive? Would that have made a difference? I was too foolish to believe that Odin couldn't be defeat by such a small boy, and in the end, ended up joining the warlord of darkness himself. But now I see what you see. I see his father in him, I see the justice he stands for. Lend me your strength as I aid this boy as you did in the past. For I will always carry your axe by my side to remind me the truth your eyes saw, a truth that I was to arrogant to see." He reached with his other hand and grabbed the axe, Meltdown, and turned to the others.
"Take one of these weapons. We'll need them against Odin. We won't be able to kill him with what we have, but at least we can stand up to him for a period of time." He instructed the others. Cyborg walked over to the mace and picked it up as Beast Boy grabbed the trident. "Dude, you can't expect us to really use these weapons, can you?" Beat Boy questioned. "You probably don't have the training to use them but you can at least carry them until we get out. Now come on." With that, he was rushing out the door.
Blades struck blades as three figures flew around the chamber at tremendous speeds. Mark warded off Razor attack and quickly turned around to block Darien's swing. Razor flew away and turned around and flew back for another attack. Mark quickly flew up to avoid the incoming attack while Razor couldn't stop in time and ended up going through the wall. Darien, with both swords in hand, came from up above and swung as hard as he could with his large weapon. Their blades crashed into one another and hugged one another as the young Light Knight tried to gain the other hand.
Behind Mark, the wall exploded in pieces as Razor flew through it with his sword gripped firmly. The young brown haired knight swung his sword furiously at Mark's back but found himself striking Darien's sword instead as Mark easily moved out of the way. "Hey! Watch it!" Darien growled as they broke contact. "Dammit, he needs to hold still." "Now where'd he go?" The two looked around for their foe but he could not be seen. "Not sure, he must be using his sword again. Because I sure as hell can't sense him." Razor cursed. A black portal exploded behind Darien as a blade shot under the jetpack and through the armor, piercing his gut like a skewer going through a hotdog. "Darien!" The Dark Knight yelled out in desperation.
"Cheap move. But it'll take more then that to take me down." The Light Knight ignited his jetpack and wings on full and flew off the blade and quickly turned around. His free hand drifted over the gash in his armor as blood started to seep out. "You ok?" Razor asked. "It's just a scratch. If his sword was bigger then I might be worried." Smirked his partner. Mark made a mad dash and tackled Razor in mid air, the two went flying and crashed through a series of walls until they were out of the building and fighting above the city. "Damn, he's persistent today." Darien growled as Raven started to make a lot of noise by pulling on her restraints. "Oh, yeah, forgot about you." He ran over to her and stared at the chains. "Hmm, don't got the key."
With a swipe of his claw, the chains broke in many pieces. Raven then reached up and ripped off the duct tape and chanted her magical words. Black energy surrounded the cuffs and ripped them to pieces. "What's going on?" She asked a bit confused. "Call me Darien and right now isn't a good time to explain. Get out of here quickly while we take care of Mark." "But!" "You'll only get in the way." Raven knew it was true, Mark was something none of the Titans had ever came across. Even her father didn't compare to Mark. Hell, he didn't even compare to Razor or Darien! These were beings who's abilities seemed beyond their imagination, and for them to say that there is one who makes them seem like ants? One could only imagine his power.
Mark dodged blast after blast from his younger brother's hands. Then he himself started to tap the power inside his body, bones appeared around him, levitating by some strange force. With a simple command, the bones flew forward slowly morphing into blades. The Dark Knight maneuvered through the storm of bones and pressed for his true target. Lightning surrounded his blade as his sword clashed with Mark's. Out of no where, spikes of light surrounded Mark and started to spin around him. Then, without warning, they closed in with a violent thrust. Before striking their desired victim, Mark disappeared again with the use of his swords. Darien appeared beside Razor as they looked around. "Damn, can't believe I missed him."
Razor looked below, above and to the sides while thinking of a plan. Then it hit him, "Darien, expand your power from your body on my mark." "What?" "Last time our guard was down so he managed to sneak up on you. This time, if we concentrate, we should be able to sense him as he appears. We'll blow him out of the sky." Darien nodded in agreement.
Down below, Kyre and the others made it out of the tower with the weapons. The police were all around with their weapons drawn. "It's ok! It's just us!" Beast Boy threw his hands up in surrender. "It's the Titans." One of the police officers called out. An officer wearing a long coat walked over to them, "What's going on?" "They're a bunch of bad guys inside. They're trying to take over the world!" Beast Boy freaked out. "Listen, I wouldn't go inside if I were you. It might still be dangerous." Nightwing told the officer. Raven suddenly appeared in front of them in a blanket of black energy. "Raven! You are unharmed!" Starfire cried out as she hugged her sister. "But where is friend Razor?" She asked. Raven turned around and looked into the sky as she pointed upward, "Up there." Everyone looked up to see two armored figures with their backs together, it seemed as if they were just hovering there.
Above the two knights, a black portal appeared as Mark dropped out of it with both blades ready to strike, they were glowing yellow as his body was glowing gray. "Now!" Razor yelled out. The sky filled out with bright flashes of light ranging from the colors of white and black. Several buildings exploded on the sides as glass and cement fell countless stories until they hit the rock hard streets. On the building below the two knights, Mark laid there with his armor badly singed. His jetpack itself was wrecked bad enough to not fly. "Did we get'em this time?" Darien asked as the two lowered. They stood on separate sides of their fallen foe with their weapons drawn.
What happened next surprised both of them, Mark flipped to his feet and swung his sword at Darien, a wave of energy shot out and struck the Light Knight and sent him crashing into a nearby barrier. Razor then leaped upward and came crash down over his brother in a mighty slash. Mark easily side stepped and struck the jetpack with a simple swing of his blade. The Dark Knight flipped his sword upside down and turned around with a desperate swing. Mark ducked the blade and caught Razor in the gut with a kick.
The young knight stumbled backward from the kick, he was exhausted from the fight and using so much of his power. As he regained his balance, Mark charged him with a swing of the blade and knocked the sword out of his hands as he tried to defend. He then drew his knife and blocked one of Mark's blade but the second blade went across his chest and left a gash in the armor. "Damn it all to hell!" Razor yelled out as lightning flew from the knife and collided with the barrier that Mark quickly threw up. His older brother laughed, "Pathetic." He threw the knife at Mark who easily deflected it, and then held out his hand to summoned his sword while he brother was distracted. He caught the blade in his right hand and brought his left to help hold it.
"Hey man, you ok?" A man in a business tapped an unconscious Darien on his cheeks. The Light Knight groaned as in pain. Next thing he knew, he quickly bolted up as a glass of water was dumped over him. "What? Where am I?" He asked. "You're in my office." A lady answered. He looked around to see several people staring over him and the broken desk he was sitting on. He stood up and stumbled as he tried to walk toward the window. His jetpack had streaks of electricity around it as his wings were badly damage as most of it was missing. "Damn, can't let Mark win." He stumbled a bit as a man caught him. "Help me get down." The man allowed him to lean on him as the two walked toward the elevator in the other room.
Mark ran at Razor and jumped into the air and kicked him backwards. Once again the sword fell out of his hands as he landed on his back. The damaged wings shifted automatically to allow him to land without breaking them. Mark swung his left sword at Razor, but to his surprise, his brother caught his hand. "Let go!" He demanded. Razor yanked the sword out of his hands and threw it on the rooftop. "Stop this brother! You're not like this! I know you're not. You're stronger then this. I know you Odin can't control you. Remember who you are. What you once were. Remember what you were taught!"
Mark swung his sword at Razor who jumped back to avoid being hit. He looked back to see that he was out of room. His jetpack was broken, his wings were damaged so they wouldn't work, the windstones wouldn't be able to give him the lift he needed if he fell and he was out of weapons except for his claws…wait no, he had one more. One he almost forgotten. 'If I use this now I can disarm his other weapon but he'll probably break the hook as soon as I do and If I fall then I won't have anything to catch myself. If I don't, he might cut me down and I don't think my claws can take much more damage.' He thought as he reached for his grappling hook.
With the skill of a ninja, he threw the hook at Mark and caught the guard, with what little strength he had left he ripped the sword out from his brother's hands and onto the ground and reeled the hook back and started to spin it. "Heh, you're out of weapons and I still have mine. And you don't have enough energy to create another blast strong enough to penetrate my armor. Looks like I win." Razor gave a cocky smirk as he threw the hook again at his brother. As if he were lightning itself, Mark reached behind himself and drew a thermal saber from his belt and ignited the blade and split the hook in half. "A toy I found at the Titan's Tower. This wouldn't happen to be your saber, would it?"
Mark charged his brother as he held out the saber in a ready position. As he swung the blade, Razor slipped as the weak roof gave way at the edge and sent him over. Like it was a natural reaction, his hand went up and caught the rooftop in a violent jerk that sent his helmet and sunglasses flying. His weaken body dangled there, his grip was slipping as his body was loosing a slow constant amount of blood from the wounds given to him in the battle. Mark walked over to the edge and stared down at his defeated enemy. "Let me take one last look at the eyes of my most hated enemy." He pointed a hand at Razor. The eye patch around the young Dark Knight's face ripped off and flew into his hands, in which he dropped off the side of the building.
He stared deeply into the eyes of his younger brother, there he saw something he hadn't seen in a long time from one so strong. Fear. Not just fear, but fear and sadness combined. His brother was scared. He was after all, still a boy in most men's eyes. Yet, he was strong and brave and faced most opposition with his head held high. But the fact that such a strong warrior was defeat and was going to lose his elder brother to the darkness made him sad. The fear, as far as he was concern, was most likely fear for what he thought was going to happen to the planet when he died. "I guess this is it. This is where you break your promise." Razor said in a sad voice. Memories came flooding back to Mark, memories that were stolen from him by the spell placed upon him by his so called master.
Wolves gathered around three little boys, two had long hair and the other short, one brown, the other two black. The brown haired boy was seven, the short black haired one was eight and the long black haired one was nine. They were beside their fallen mentor who had been fatally wounded saving their lives. "Mark." Their mentor called out as he grabbed the large broken single edged sword and lifted it up weakly. The nine year old boy rushed to his master's side, "Master, what is it?" "Take your father's sword." Mark did as he asked and grab the broken sword from his master's hand. "Good, now grab the knife from by belt and the amulet from my pouch." Mark unsheathed the Vortex Blade set it down in front of him before pulling out the amulet from the pouch.
"Give that knife and amulet to Razor. Those two are part of the elemental weapons. Just like Darien's sword and amulet. Use those to…save…the…pla..ne..t." The man in black armor said as he faded into an eternal slumber. "Master!" Mark cried out. The small boy with short black haired walked up to his master, a large no-dachi wrapped in a brown cloak was in his hands. "Master? No, please don't die!" The brown haired boy dropped to his knees, "Master, you can't leave us! What are we supposed to do without out? How are we supposed to survive? We can't protect ourselves." Mark knelt over Razor, "Don't worry brother. I'll protect you. I promise. I won't let anything bad happen to you."
Razor smirked, "I guess this is how it all ends." The last of his grip was now gone, his body started to fall to its doom on the concrete below. But, a strange tug was felt on his arm as his body stopped its descent. He looked up and saw his brother holding his hand. The spell was gone, leaving the gentle knight to choose how he wants to live his life now. For in Mark's eyes, gone were the hatred that had once consumed him, but now a fear for his brother's safety. "I won't break that promise!" He pulled his younger brother up to safety. The two sat on the rooftop, "No longer will I let Odin control me. No longer will he make me hurt my family."
The door leading to the rooftop opened, Darien appeared holding his no-dachi in his hands. He walked toward the two weakly and sat down beside them, "So it's all over?" He asked. "No, it's just the beginning. The beginning of a revolution." Mark stated as the Titan's landed behind them on the rooftop. Nightwing, Kyre and Cyborg appeared from the doorway. They all stared at the two brothers and their friend, it was a puzzle as to what happened. For none of them knew except the four knights who were not of that world.
